It’s finally happened. We ladies have been made obsolete by Roxxxy Robot, launched this week in Las Vegas. Who needs a flesh and blood woman with actual thoughts and opinions when you can have a dead-eyed, sycophantic computer with a variety of orifices and a pair of gigantic rubber tits?

Roxxxy’s creator Douglas Hines has high hopes for the female of the future: “She’s a companion. She has a personality. She hears you. She listens to you. She speaks. She feels your touch. She goes to sleep. We are trying to replicate a personality of a person.” And for those gentlemen who like a bit of sparkling conversation with their sex lives, Hines has allowed her five different personality settings, and she can be customised to feign interest in whatever you prefer to talk to her about. “She knows exactly what you want. If you like Porsches, she likes Porsches, if you like soccer, she likes soccer.”

Which is fine for those chaps who require a Stepford Wife, yet one of Roxxxy’s personas is a feisty, no-nonsense Domme. Here is where she hits something of a paradox. A Dominatrix is, in essence, a woman who is fiercely independent, won’t pander to the whims and vanities of any man, and makes her own decisions (as well as quite a lot of his). John Walsh summed the S&M Roxxxy up rather well in his Independent article, imagining her telling her owner that “although he is a god, a Titan, an Olympian between the sheets, he knows less than sod-all about goalmouth tactics”.

Quite.

Click here to read about Roxxxy at PCMag.com.